I am not a child

I may look like a child I may be seen like a child from afar I may speak like a child, But here is the truth, I am a warrior.. Trap in a child body, At first, I never know the meaning of love, Spending time with those you called, Parents, I was born to be taken To the battle grounds And each scar tells you a story Of my childhood, Not me riding my first bike And having a scar for that No It was a bullet wound Knives here and there, I learn how to survive when others so called Children play and be protected Why do I have this life instead of theirs? Instead of running to the playground, I ran to shed of blood pouring down Like heaven